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this is even cuter than i imagined 🥰🥰🥰

hi love !!! i hope you’re thriving and staying hydrated ✨💛 i just had a random lil thought about maybe a headcanon where the reader is joe’s girlfriend or something and she is helping him record his silly cardboard ben videos and they’re goofing off together and the reader can’t help but laugh behind the camera and it’s just super domestic and cute ??¿ idk maybe this will spark some inspiration 🍯🐝 sending good vibes

Here you go, Love! 💗

“I should really be worried about the fact you still have a cardboard cutout of Ben.” You chuckle while setting the camera up.

“Don’t lie. You’ve always wanted a cardboard cutout of Benjamin.”

“Oh definitely.” You purse your lips, silently asking for a kiss.

Joe happily obliges when he leans down to press his lips to yours.

“Mm, scoot your booty and get that suitcase.” Joe chuckles as he walks off to grab his suitcase.

You quickly adjust Cardy B in the couch before taking your seat before the camera. “3...2...1...”

The sound of the suitcase wheels against the wooden floor fills the room as Joe walks in with a serious expression.

“Hello Ben... this is exactly what it looks like. I’m leaving you.”

Your lips are smooshed together when he continues, you’re trying so hard not to laugh.

“Oh don’t look shocked, you knew what this was when we started it.” Your hand is on your mouth before the sound of your laugh escapes.

“Oh don’t look at me like that... who taught you to pout like that?” A moment of silence. “Lucy... I knew it.”

That was the moment you broke and fell back in a fit of laughter.

“Baby, no!” Joe rushes over to you with a smile.

He places his hand at the back of your head to prop it.

“I’m fine.” You smile at him. Reaching forward to run your fingers over his beard.

“You sure?”

“Of course.”

“You’re so cute.” He leans down once again to kiss you. “No more laughing behind the camera. Or else I’m to have to get a new cameraman.”

“No promises.” You smile, wrapping your arms around his neck when he pulls you up into lap.

“Mm I’m happy with that.”

Hi yes I’m in LOVE

hey it’s me, joe mazzello, your soft boyfriend. totally not gonna wreck you tonight. at all.

adorableness: maxed out

Cooking//Baking With Them

Gwilym

"God I can’t believe she’s five already." Gwilym chuckles as he rolls out the fondant for the cake.

"Time flys,huh?"

"Sure does."

You finish smothering the cake with jam before placing the last layer on top.

"Should we do the Wonder Woman Design on the top of bottom?"

"Let’s go with Superman on the bottom." You smile while reaching out to grab the fondant.

Gwilym being the talented bastard and talented father he is, got up at the ass crack of dawn to begin baking for Auras’ birthday party.

He had woken you up when he couldn’t find the jam for the filling so you hunted high and low to find his Mum’s special jar sitting in the back of the cupboard.

"I should really call your mum to ask her to make more jam." You chuckle as you help cut the excess fondant.

"I’m sure she’ll love that, babe."

Gwil places the Man of Steel Symbol onto the front of the cake before you move on to doing the Wonder Woman part.

"Why are there so many stars?" He groans while placing another white star down.

"I don’t know, you tell me." You shrug before placing your last star on the side.

"Want to do the honour of placing the little statue thing on there?"

"No thanks, babe. You can do that."

You exchange a smile before Gwil places the Wonder Woman Statue on the centre of the cake.

"We’ve got one awesome kid." He chuckles, placing a kiss on your forehead.

"We sure do."

Joe

"Oh my god, there’s way too much salt." Joe’s face scrunches up as you giggle.

"So restart?"

"Yeah, babe. Restart." He kisses your cheek before moving away from the stove with his hands on your hips.

Music plays softly around you while Joe sings along to it as he cuts some onions.

"That I put down in words, how wonderful life is while you’re in the world." He places the knife down to move over to you and wrap his arms around your waist as you stir what’s in the pot.

He begins to sway with you gently, eventually getting you to move to the centre of the kitchen.

Your forehead rests against his while your arms are looped around his neck.

You’re humming along to the music with Joe, smiling every time he pecks your lips.

Your fingers twist a piece of hair at the nape of his neck, causing a shiver to go down his spine.

Joe is about to deepen a kiss when you’re rudely interrupted by the smoke alarm... alerting you that dinner was burnt.

"Oh fuck." You chuckle while standing on a chair - waving a t-towel around.

"Sorry babe, that was my fault."

"It doesn’t matter, I think it’s for the better."

"Maybe we should go to that to Greek place you like." Joe shrugs while looking up at you.

"I would like that." You smile before bending down to kiss him.

Ben

"Baaaabe! They’re not smooshing." You groan while trying to mash the potatoes.

"Did you boil them first?" He asks with a raised eyebrow - already knowing the answer.

"No." You cast your glance to the ground as a frown pulls at your lips.

"That’s okay, Darling."

Ben saunters to the other side of the kitchen to grab a wine glass and the bottle of wine you had a opened a few nights ago.

"You’ve had a long day, Sweetheart. So maybe you should sit down and rest." He places a kiss to your forehead.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I’m sure, baby."

You do as he says and decide to sit at the kitchen island, smiling when Frankie jumps around at your feet.

Ben is at ease in the kitchen and seems to be in control of every little thing he does.

"Are you sure you don’t need any help?" You ask while playing with the stem of your wine glass.

"If you’re so desperate to do something, why don’t you grate some carrot for me?" He walks over to place the chopping board, grater and carrot in front of you.

You do your small task quietly, smiling whenever Ben looks over at you - clearly a little worried about how you’re been feeling the past few days.

"I’m fine. Just really tired." You breathe, obviously reading his mind.

"I know, babe. I’m just worried." You nod, understanding where he’s coming from.

"I’ve been thinking we could take a little holiday..."

"Oh yeah?"

"Mhm, we could invite Gwil, Joe and Lucy."

"Well where would you like to go, Darling?" He’s facing you with a large smile.

You shrug. "Let’s throw a dart on a map and see where it lands."

"That sounds like a plan, Baby."

You share another grin before Ben turns back to dinner, rambling about all the places you could go.

Joe Mazzello + Laughing

You’re Safe With Me | Joe Mazzello x Reader

Pairing: Joe Mazzello x F!Reader

Word Count: 309

Warnings: Mention of a nightmare and crying ig?

Y/N jolted awake, screaming and crying as she sat up, hot tears streaming down her face. The nightmare she had was unspeakable, and she reached over to the bedside table to turn on the lamp, pondering how her brain could even imagine such a horrifying image.

Her boyfriend Joe was sat up in bed when she turned her head to see if she had woken him up, making her jump in surprise. Joe didn’t say much, but wrapped his arms softly around her, kissing her cheek as he embraced her. “Are you okay, Y/N?” Joe asked, stroking her hair softly. She nodded and buried her face in his shoulder. “I woke up while you were tossing and turning.”

Y/N started crying into Joe’s shoulder, gripping onto him as though her life depended on it. “It’s going to be okay, Y/N/N,” Joe whispered, “It was just a nightmare… You’re here with me now… You’re safe..” Joe rested his head atop of hers, continuing to gently caress her hair to comfort her. Tears continued to stream down her cheeks, soaking the shoulder of Joe’s pajama shirt. 

“I was so scared, Joey..” Y/N sobbed into his shoulder, but it was muffled a bit since her face was buried in his shoulder. “I know, I know, angel.. I’m here for you now, okay..? Don’t worry..” The two sat in silence for a few more moments, enjoying each other’s embrace. Y/N nuzzled into him and Joe kissed the crown of her head. 

“Do you want to go back to sleep now, sweetheart?” Joe asked softly, still holding her in his arms. Y/N nodded silently and pulled away from the hug, turning off the bedside lamp. Joe laid back in bed, and Y/N rested her head on his chest, his heartbeat lulling her back to sleep.

Make me choose: anoymous asked Joe Mazzello in blue or red

EXCUSE ME!!?!?

source: twitter/readdyyfreddie

I’d like to take a minute just to appreciate Joe Mazzello’s arms 👏🏽

I mean he’s not wrong.

* i swear i love him a normal amount * PART 2

literally no one talk to me about anything except this photo I’m 🥰🥺

Oh look at the time it’s Joe o'clock

hi, instagram. or whatever the fuck.

ahhh, the age-old question:

why do you sound like a man???

this is single-handedly

THE™️

💕🥺cutest🥺💕 pic of bby joey i have ever seen

[found on pinterest]

Nutella Boy (Joe Mazzello x Reader) - Part I

summary: when it comes down to it, you’re just two dumb dorks who take far too long to figure out you like each other.

word count: 5k 

warnings: none

author’s note: welp, part fourteen of my ongoing series will have to wait just a little bit longer. i’ve been working on this for a while and i’m really excited to post it! please let me know what you think!!!

i’m super grateful for noah, @just-my-sickly-pride for beta-reading and editing this baby for me. she’s awesome, and you should check out her roger fic debut if you’re older than eighteen years old!! tori over at @a-night-at-the-0pera was also a big help with her new york lovin’ and for allowing me to use it in here. she’s got two amazing series too, you gotta check them out. 

quick shoutout to my discord pals, too, who have all helped me out at some point or the other in the writing of this fic. y’all are fucking awesome and i love you guys.

You loved Lucy with your whole heart and soul. She was the best thing in your life. But if you said you loved waking up at the ass-crack of dawn just to walk her, you would be lying through your teeth.

Not a single day had ever gone by where you’d not been woken up by Lucy’s wet nose all over your face, pawing at your belly to tell you to get up. You were always out of the house before seven o’clock, getting a nice run in every day and picking up groceries if you were running out.

Seeing a moving truck parked outside the house opposite yours, now that wasn’t part of the routine. That house had remained empty for as long as you’d been living in the neighborhood, although you’d seen the owners drop in once in a while.

You had assumed the owners were moving in, but on your way back, milk carton in hand, you saw that the guy sitting outside the house was not one of the owners.

He didn’t look too happy to be in the neighborhood. He was seated on the sidewalk, hands laced together on top of his knees, staring dejectedly at his scuffy shoes. You couldn’t help but stare. He was so engaged in his… wallowing, that he didn’t notice you at all.

That was until Lucy barked happily at the sight of someone new and began tugging on your leash. When you tried to reign her back in, hissing, “Lucy, no,” she let out a bark, grabbing the stranger’s attention.

The moment he saw your hyper Border Collie, his frown turned into half a smile, and he gave both of you a wave. You waved back, taking in his second-day scruff and messy hair. He looked like he hadn’t gotten much sleep. But strangely, it seemed to be working for him.

He stood up, dusting himself off before hollering, “Is it friendly?”

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There’s a lot of cardboard fish in the sea, Ben.